The anthro Anubis stepped out of the shadows, fixing up the gold and silver braclets around his wrists; making them clink together softly. He looked up after he was done, the light from the soft glowing lamp showing the many scars from battles he had seen upon his arms, neck and face.
"We have three choices." Athanasius said. "One: to speed up the rate we are working at to bring our leader back. Two: find Nyyrikkianna and kill her but we know how much of a impossible task that is. Or three: destroy Valkorein entirely so she'll have to reason to return. We could try perhaps to turn him into one of us, it might work this time. I personally want to set fire to Qurade, the angels tree."
"We have three choices." Athanasius said. "One: to speed up the rate we are working at to bring our leader back. Two: find Nyyrikkianna and kill her but we know how much of a impossible task that is. Or three: destroy Valkorein entirely so she'll have to reason to return. We could try perhaps to turn him into one of us, it might work this time. I personally want to set fire to Qurade, the angels tree."